As he expected, it was locked.
"Now then," said Bill, as they were walking back to the house
again, "I'm simply bursting to know. Who was it?"
"Cayley."
"Good Lord! Where?"
"Inside one of the croquet-boxes."
"Don't be an ass."
"It's quite true, Bill." He told the other what he had seen.
"But aren't we going to have a look at it?" asked Bill, in great
disappointment. "I'm longing to explore. Aren't you?"
"To-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow. We shall see Cayley
coming along this way directly. Besides, I want to get in from
the other end, if I can. I doubt very much if we can do it this
end without giving ourselves away. Look, there's Cayley."
They could see him coming along the drive towards them. When
they were a little closer, they waved to him and he waved back.
"I wondered where you were," he said, as he got up to them. "I
rather thought you might be along this way. What about bed?"
"Bed it is," said Antony.
"We've been playing bowls," added Bill, "and talking, and--and
playing bowls. Ripping night, isn't it?"
But he left the rest of the conversation, as they wandered back
to the house, to Antony.
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